It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot summer sun
shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing
could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was
wrong.
About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer
shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her
golden blonde hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards
me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After
what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried
to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn't work.
"Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish every day was like this."
The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in
the
day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out
her face through the glare.
"Well, man does not live on bread alone," I said foolishly.
Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up
onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly
beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure
you weren't seeing things. When she turned
away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My eyes
wondered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they
were speaking to me. "Hello. We are her breasts." I thought. Before I could
finish my lustful gaze of her assets, she spoke to me again.
"I've run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?" She asked
politely.
I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of sun block. I
held it out to her, but she simply turned around.
"Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming on," she said
calmly.
Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was hoping to spend a
nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to massage the sun block on her
smooth white back. The smell of the sand and the surf had combined with her
perfume and her hairspray. I was becoming more and more aroused by her.
I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours before. I just
needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to
straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really
sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my
wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put my finger on
what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a
while.
I gently rubbed the sun block on her side. As my hand rose up and down, I
brushed
against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the
cold sun block on her bare skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering
sun. Finally, she got up and said, "lets go swimming!"
I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here."
She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. "Do you
want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately.
"No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming."
We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a
fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other.
After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to
our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were
muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely
wonderful. A work of art.
Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that
resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really
good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get
a bit cold.
"Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly.
I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said.
"Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you like to go?" She
asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she already knew my answer.
I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress.
It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to
accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen
me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day.
"John! John!" She shouted. She saw me.
The club was very extravagant. Drinks were $7.00 a whack! She insisted that she
pay for everything. We danced to every song. She was tireless. Every once in a
while I began to enjoy myself in spite of my guilt. The last song was for
couples only. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek
to cheek as though we were lovers. I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she
could wait for me no longer. She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we
were the only two people in the room. It was a long slow sensuous kiss. The
kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past. My thoughts turned to my
wife once again. What would she think of me if she had ever known about this?
How could I face her in the morning? We kissed again and again until the very
last note of the song echoed into the darkness.
"Let's go to my place," she whispered.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I followed her to the parking lot where
a limousine awaited us. We got into the limo and the driver peeled away from the
club into the darkness of the night. Her hands were all over me as we kissed
passionately time and time again. It was so wonderful. She placed my hand on
her right breast and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently. I thought
of the first time I kissed my wife. She was so young and we were so innocent.
The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion. The place was dark save a
small light above the main entrance. As she walked in front of the house and
into the dim light, she looked very plain, her hair was no longer shining. Her
dress was so tight that she had trouble just walking to the door.
"Well. Are you coming?" She demanded.
By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt. I felt a sharp pain arise in my
gut. I could not think straight. All I knew was that I wanted her. I followed
her into the house where she disappeared into the maze of rooms.
"Would you like a drink?" She called.
"No. Listen I'd better go. I don't feel right about this," I shouted after her.
She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy inlayed with dragon
patterns which barely covered her privates. "Dragons!" I
thought. The ache in my gut grew stronger. I had to stop this madness at once.
"No. No. I can't. I'm... I'm...married!!!!" I screamed hopelessly.
"Married!" She laughed. "Come on now do I look that naive?"
We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Along the way I noticed old weapons
hanging at various locations along the long candlelit hallway. Frightening
thoughts of torture came to mind. I was afraid. My life would never be right
again after this day.
We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once again. This time our
tongues lashed out at each other like wild animals just let out of their cage.
My mouth found it's way down to her small breasts, I heard her sigh with
pleasure
as my teeth tugged at her nipples. A moment before our two bodies became one, I
let out a scream at the top of my lungs "MARIE!!!!" That is my wife's name.
I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few moments
before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still on the beach.
I had fallen asleep on the beach! It was all just a dream. I felt the guilt in
my gut once more. I felt I should be punished in some way for even having such
thoughts.
Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful blonde coming in
my direction.
"Beautiful day," she said. "I sometimes wish everyday was like this."
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